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Groundhog Day


I almost can't believe that I've gravitated to a helmet thread. Is there anything left to say? (And has everything I've done really been done before? Even spending the night in a phonebox in Dalwhinnie?)

The subject of helmets has achieved sufficient mass to become a celestial body in its own right, having less to do with the funtime activity of cycling than with the prime directive of assimilating opponents.

Reprinted to retain copyright for what is sure to be a hit single

When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
I will make a study of gravity
If it falls down, it just might be me
Bouncing my melon of off the ground
Will you stop and see
If I'm still lucid, if I can count
Over sixty-three?

You'll be older too
And if you still can post
I could reply to you

It should be dandy, riding around
Helmet hair or not
You can knit a jersey that will match my lid
Wait 'til my birthday, 'til then keep it hid
We could play marbles, in our spare time
It needn't be a bore
Will you still need me, will you still heed me
When I'm sixty-four?


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